Rock ’N’ Roll Heaven

Ooh, sha-la-la, hear the angels sing

Carry-on luggage is all you bring

Ooh, sha-la-la, hear the angels sing

Carry-on luggage is all you bring

Buddy Holly's waiting with a highball and a grin

To show you which room of the motel you're in

There's vinyl records on every shelf

And the guitar strings all change themselves

There's a place in the sky where the beer stays cold

The mics are new, and the guitars are old

The amps go up to eleven

In Rock 'N' Roll Heaven

The promoter's got a pizza and all your bread

Every Zeppelin is made of led

There's breakfast all day in every town

And every damn seat in the van goes down

There's a place in the sky where the beer stays cold

The mics are new, and the guitars are old

The amps go up to eleven

In Rock 'N' Roll Heaven

Rock 'N' Roll Heaven

The stage is made of mahogany boards

You only need to know three chords

There's a Chevy at the levy, light strings sound heavy

You'll cure the Summertime Blues, twenty flights up with Eddie

Ooh, sha-la-la, hear the angels sing

Carry-on luggage is all you bring

Ooh, sha-la-la, hear the angels sing

Chuck Berry singing, "My Ding-a-Ling"

Ooh, sha-la-la

Ooh, sha-la-la

Ooh, sha-la-la

Ooh, sha-la-la

The amps go up to eleven